The flights were uneventful, if you don't count the ENTIRE cup of water I poured down myself (took two hours to dry), the orange juice on my shirt, and the bleeding.
Apparently I can't drink on planes.
So after TWENTY-FOUR HOURS of straight travel, we made it to Morioka and crashed for the night.
Now for the adventure!
Equal parts stoked and jealous.
ReplyDeleteAnd flying is for the birds. (Ha! Literally.)
HAVE FUN!
Jean! I miss you! Have fun and you better keep us updated!
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